Return Engagement Chapter 3/13
Title: Return Engagement, Chapter 3/13
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
CHAPTER THREE
Bobby leaned back in the wing chair, feet firmly on the ground, fingers steepled, his eyes transfixed on the two men rutting before him. When he first found himself in this new place, he was furious at Audra for challenging the nature of their existence, especially when she accomplished it through a child of all things.
The silly girl wasn’t aware that her attempts to escape the club had also meant his escape. They were eternally bound through their joint deaths and where she went, he went. They had always been together at that club, although she refused to talk to him. They passed eleven decades through the many incarnations of his club and Bobby learned a few tricks along the way. They might both be spirits but his boss was much more forgiving about blurring the lines than her boss was. In fact, his boss encouraged it.
The last time he had witnessed such sexual escapades was the final show at the strip club, in the manager’s office. There also he sat and watched. Although his body was merely a whisper of its former solid self, Bobby still had and felt desire.
He could not take his eyes off the sculptured form of the one called Adam. Adam…the first man of creation…a perfect specimen of flesh and bone, male beauty and passion. From his seat, Bobby watched Adam’s fluid movements, thighs tensing, back arched, ass toned and inviting. The smaller man’s legs were wrapped around Adam’s waist and Bobby clearly saw where their bodies met. He reached down and fondled himself, familiar sensations quivering through him. He needed to be closer.
In the blink of an eye, he was on the bed, stretched out on his side next to the lovers. He rested his head on his arm and stared at the sex drenched face before him. Adam’s head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth slack. Sweat covered his face, dampening his hair so it clung to his forehead, cheeks and neck. He was moaning and grunting, driving with wild abandon into the body beneath. The other man had let go off his own cock and was clawing at Adam, pulling on his nipples and bottom lip.
“Faster Adam…faster….oh God….uh….uh….s-o, s-o fucking hot…”
Adam obliged. He was unstoppable. His head fell forward and his icy blue eyes peered up from under his wet bangs. A devilish grin formed on his lips and he reached forward, grabbing the spindles of the headboard for leverage and pounded so hard, he shoved their joined bodies far up the mattress til their heads raked the wood.
Bobby pushed his hand into his trousers and pumped himself. His lids hung heavy as he imagined Adam on top of him. Before his time on this earth was over, Bobby was determined to call in every favor to make this creature his.
--*--
Kris and Adam had spent the better part of the day and night in their studio, googling music of the 1940s and compiling a program of potential songs for the show. They each sat with their own computers, earplugs in, trying to find music complimenting the feel of the club but also complimenting their own vocal styles. The boys had already decided Adam would just sing - easy since he didn’t play any instruments except, well… - and Kris would sing and accompany them on the piano. They looked for upbeat, fun and love songs. They would compare notes and settle on eight.
Audra paced back and forth between the two men, curious about their choices. She spent more time beside Hannah’s Daddy. While Adam was commanding, Kris was humble and Audra liked him very much. He was the kind of man she had always wanted. His crooked smile and warm eyes had charmed her the other night when she watched him put his daughter to bed. She felt horrible about causing so much trouble by making herself known to Hannah but she had to get out of that place, away from Bobby. He couldn’t hurt her anymore but his very aura frightened her to this day. At last, she had left him behind and would be free to find a way home.
“How are you doing?” Kris asked, pulling one earphone out.
“Stuck for one more song,” Adam sighed. “I need another ballad, a stunningly gorgeous love song.”
Now was her chance. Audra moved to Adam and waved her hand over the keyboard. The screen flickered and a song popped up, her song, the song she never lived to sing.
Adam shook his head at the blip but what did he have to loose - it fit the era - so he listened.
Linda Ronstadt was on stage at the Sinatra Auditorium and as she sang, Adam’s heart swelled with emotion. This was the perfect song. Though it told the story of someone in love with a man who wasn’t interested, much of it reminded him of Kris…
‘Men are not a new sensation / I've done pretty well I think / But this half-pint imitation /
Put me on the blink’.
The song flowed like a calm breeze and as it ended, Adam found himself beaming a silly smile. He rewound and listened again to his favorite lines:
‘I'll sing to him, each spring to him / And worship the trousers that cling to him / Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I’.
“I gather you found something,” Kris commented, watching Adam’s face.
Adam shone his smile at Kris. “This…one’s…a…keeper. I have to, no I need to, sing this song Kris, sing it to you. Listen.”
Kris leaned behind him, arms around Adam’s shoulders, heads together. Kris listened, drawn into the music. His hand rubbed Adam’s chest slowly, working it way under his shirt to rest over the beating heart within.
“Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered. That’s what you’ve done to me.” Kris tenderly kissed Adam’s temple.
“I feel the same baby. What do you think?”
“We found our finale. You’ll have them crying in their very expensive drinks.”
Adam turned his head.
“You’re not singing it with me?”
“This song cries out for you lover. It might as well have been written for you…”
“…to sing to my husband. Alright, but you’re doing a solo piano interlude.”
“Deal but I have one question.”
“Shoot.”
“You don’t think of me as half-pint do you?” he laughed good naturedly.
“Of course not. There’s nothing half-pint about you.”
--*--
They sent their completed program to Paula and once they had the red light, they started practicing between work engagements and daily life.
A week passed, a strange week. It was small happenings at first; things went missing only to be found later in the oddest places, lights flickering, the TV or radio turning on unprompted. Kris was sure they had an electric short and had the wiring checked - everything was fine.
Both men swore they could see people moving just out of their sightline; they heard footsteps when no one was there; sometimes it felt like they were being watched, especially when they were alone. They didn’t tell Mrs. Willowby or mention it around the kids. They confided only in each other.
The kids. Something strange was happening around them too. They would find Joshie playing by himself but not by himself - he always seemed to be looking at something that wasn’t there.
And Hannah had created her first imaginary friend. Kris noticed this when she was having a tea party in her room, laughing and chatting with the air.
“Are you and Madeline having a party?” He got down on one knee, rubbing her back.
“Yes Daddy, Audra’s joining us too.”
“Audra?”
“Yes, she’s…” Hannah paused, looking into space like she was listening to someone, then continued. “She’s my imaginary friend.”
“Oh, that’s…great. Can I see her?”
Hannah put her hands on her hips. “No Daddy, she’s imaginary. Only I can see her.”
“Right, right, sorry…I forgot how it works. What does she look like?”
“She looks like Papa!”
“Well, then, she must be very pretty indeed. Have fun.”
He kissed the top of her head and left, stopping just outside the door.
“I’m sorry Audra; I almost told…yes, I promise, I’ll be more careful”
--*--
Family movie night. It was Hannah’s turn to choose so the big screen was filled with a giant teapot singing about an epic love.
Hannah sat in the leather theatre seat between her fathers, a tub of popcorn nearly as big as she was in her lap. Adam and Kris each had one arm around the back of her seat, their hands resting atop each others. They shoved popcorn into their own mouths.
In the darkness, Kris’ fingers tapped the back of Adam’s hand as the song continued. Adam’s fingers intertwined with his.
The movie plodded on. They had all seen it at least fifteen times but Hannah loved it. Kris felt Adam’s hand release his and then fingers brushed the hair by his ear; he leaned in, it felt nice. The sensations traveled down his neck and a light weight rested on his shoulder. Disney movies always brought out the softy in Adam.
Kris turned to look at his husband and discovered Adam was on the floor, busy picking up the popcorn Hannah had dumped when she fell asleep. Kris could have sworn…
--*--
They put Hannah to bed and headed off to their room.
“You’re quiet. What’s up?”
Adam took Kris’ hand, tugging towards the loveseat by the fireplace. They sat; it was a little small for both of them but it made for instant cuddling. Kris draped a leg over Adam’s.
“Something else weird happen?”
“When isn’t something weird happening lately? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we were haunted.”
Adam startled Kris with his laugh.
“Haunted, yeah, no. Since when do you believe in spooks?”
“I don’t…at least I didn’t.”
A soft knock interrupted them. Mrs. Willowby, in a quilted bathrobe and slippers, came in.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but Mr. Allen, you need to give me…”
He jumped up.
“Right, right, I forgot…you’re leaving early too. Okay, I’m coming.”
He gave Adam a quick kiss and promised to hurry back.
Deciding he needed a shower - he smelled of artificial butter flavoring - Adam stripped down and jumped in the shower. He liked the water hot; it could revive him or relax him, depending on the day he had. Tonight, it relaxed him. He closed his eyes and let the water wash away his concerns.
Time meant nothing in here. Adam heard a click behind him, like the shower door opening. He smiled, turning around. No one was there. He turned back into the water and started washing. His eyes full of shampoo, he felt something brush his side. He felt around blindly - nobody. Quickly, he rinsed his eyes clear and looked around again. He was the only one in the room.
“Kris! Kris! Are you back?”
Silence.
“Kris? No joking, are you there?”
He stepped out of the shower and ran into the bedroom, naked and dripping. Kris hadn’t come back yet. He shuttered as a chill overtook him. Shouldn’t have run out without a robe. He hurried back to the warmth of the bathroom and wrapped a towel around his waist. Adam turned off the water and left.
Steam wafted around the bathroom, moisture fogging the mirror. As it clouded over, a word scrawled in fancy handwriting emerged.
A.d.a.m.
--*--
Audra materialized on Kris’ side of the bed. Kris and his husband were sound asleep, snuggled together on their stomachs. Adam nearly covered Kris with his bare body; his arm resting across Kris’ stomach. She smiled fondly, watching the cute one sleep. She sat on the floor, legs tucked under her, and tentatively reached out.
“Oh for Pete’s sake Audra, if you desire him no badly, don’t be skittish.”
Audra jumped to her feet, her heart racing - if it could still beat.
“Bobby! I thought I…but you can’t…how?”
He was reclining on the bed, inches from Adam.
“You should know by know we’re stuck with each other. ‘Wherever thoust go, I shall go’.”
“No! I want to go home! I don’t want you here!”
“I’m not happy with this arrangement either doll face.” He shifted his gaze from her and looked down at Adam. He waved a hand over the sleeping man’s ass and the sheet flowed away, revealing his bare cheeks. “However, I’m enjoying the change in scenery.”
“Please, Bobby, have some decorum.”
He relented, for now, covering Adam back up.
“You’d think haunting a strip joint for ten years you would be used to naked bodies by now.”
“I am - doesn’t mean I want to see you taking advantage.”
“Admit it Audra, you want to take advantage yourself, don’t you.”
He gestured towards Kris. The sheet started sliding off his hips.
“Bobby, stop it!”
She lifted her own hand and pulled the sheet back up.
“See, I knew you could do it.”
Audra sighed.
“How long have you been here?”
“Since you have.”
“Then why haven’t I detected you?”
“You were too busy with the wee ones.”
Audra’s face filled with fear.
“You stay away from the children Bobby, you hear me?”
“Don’t worry. I have no use for children. I’m more interested in their parents.”
She looked at Adam.
“Bobby, you can’t, it’s not right, not ethical.”
“I’ve never had a problem with ethics, you should know that. I’ll stay out of your way and you stay out of mine.”
With that, he waved his hand and the sheet fell away from Adam again. Bobby’s hand hovered over the perfect ass, tracing its curves and dips. Adam shivered but didn’t awake.
Audra vanished in a huff and Bobby laughed. Yes, it was a pleasant change of scenery indeed.
VISUAL AID - “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered” - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLS2R8Cdh6A&feature=related
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
CHAPTER THREE
Bobby leaned back in the wing chair, feet firmly on the ground, fingers steepled, his eyes transfixed on the two men rutting before him. When he first found himself in this new place, he was furious at Audra for challenging the nature of their existence, especially when she accomplished it through a child of all things.
The silly girl wasn’t aware that her attempts to escape the club had also meant his escape. They were eternally bound through their joint deaths and where she went, he went. They had always been together at that club, although she refused to talk to him. They passed eleven decades through the many incarnations of his club and Bobby learned a few tricks along the way. They might both be spirits but his boss was much more forgiving about blurring the lines than her boss was. In fact, his boss encouraged it.
The last time he had witnessed such sexual escapades was the final show at the strip club, in the manager’s office. There also he sat and watched. Although his body was merely a whisper of its former solid self, Bobby still had and felt desire.
He could not take his eyes off the sculptured form of the one called Adam. Adam…the first man of creation…a perfect specimen of flesh and bone, male beauty and passion. From his seat, Bobby watched Adam’s fluid movements, thighs tensing, back arched, ass toned and inviting. The smaller man’s legs were wrapped around Adam’s waist and Bobby clearly saw where their bodies met. He reached down and fondled himself, familiar sensations quivering through him. He needed to be closer.
In the blink of an eye, he was on the bed, stretched out on his side next to the lovers. He rested his head on his arm and stared at the sex drenched face before him. Adam’s head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth slack. Sweat covered his face, dampening his hair so it clung to his forehead, cheeks and neck. He was moaning and grunting, driving with wild abandon into the body beneath. The other man had let go off his own cock and was clawing at Adam, pulling on his nipples and bottom lip.
“Faster Adam…faster….oh God….uh….uh….s-o, s-o fucking hot…”
Adam obliged. He was unstoppable. His head fell forward and his icy blue eyes peered up from under his wet bangs. A devilish grin formed on his lips and he reached forward, grabbing the spindles of the headboard for leverage and pounded so hard, he shoved their joined bodies far up the mattress til their heads raked the wood.
Bobby pushed his hand into his trousers and pumped himself. His lids hung heavy as he imagined Adam on top of him. Before his time on this earth was over, Bobby was determined to call in every favor to make this creature his.
--*--
Kris and Adam had spent the better part of the day and night in their studio, googling music of the 1940s and compiling a program of potential songs for the show. They each sat with their own computers, earplugs in, trying to find music complimenting the feel of the club but also complimenting their own vocal styles. The boys had already decided Adam would just sing - easy since he didn’t play any instruments except, well… - and Kris would sing and accompany them on the piano. They looked for upbeat, fun and love songs. They would compare notes and settle on eight.
Audra paced back and forth between the two men, curious about their choices. She spent more time beside Hannah’s Daddy. While Adam was commanding, Kris was humble and Audra liked him very much. He was the kind of man she had always wanted. His crooked smile and warm eyes had charmed her the other night when she watched him put his daughter to bed. She felt horrible about causing so much trouble by making herself known to Hannah but she had to get out of that place, away from Bobby. He couldn’t hurt her anymore but his very aura frightened her to this day. At last, she had left him behind and would be free to find a way home.
“How are you doing?” Kris asked, pulling one earphone out.
“Stuck for one more song,” Adam sighed. “I need another ballad, a stunningly gorgeous love song.”
Now was her chance. Audra moved to Adam and waved her hand over the keyboard. The screen flickered and a song popped up, her song, the song she never lived to sing.
Adam shook his head at the blip but what did he have to loose - it fit the era - so he listened.
Linda Ronstadt was on stage at the Sinatra Auditorium and as she sang, Adam’s heart swelled with emotion. This was the perfect song. Though it told the story of someone in love with a man who wasn’t interested, much of it reminded him of Kris…
‘Men are not a new sensation / I've done pretty well I think / But this half-pint imitation /
Put me on the blink’.
The song flowed like a calm breeze and as it ended, Adam found himself beaming a silly smile. He rewound and listened again to his favorite lines:
‘I'll sing to him, each spring to him / And worship the trousers that cling to him / Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I’.
“I gather you found something,” Kris commented, watching Adam’s face.
Adam shone his smile at Kris. “This…one’s…a…keeper. I have to, no I need to, sing this song Kris, sing it to you. Listen.”
Kris leaned behind him, arms around Adam’s shoulders, heads together. Kris listened, drawn into the music. His hand rubbed Adam’s chest slowly, working it way under his shirt to rest over the beating heart within.
“Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered. That’s what you’ve done to me.” Kris tenderly kissed Adam’s temple.
“I feel the same baby. What do you think?”
“We found our finale. You’ll have them crying in their very expensive drinks.”
Adam turned his head.
“You’re not singing it with me?”
“This song cries out for you lover. It might as well have been written for you…”
“…to sing to my husband. Alright, but you’re doing a solo piano interlude.”
“Deal but I have one question.”
“Shoot.”
“You don’t think of me as half-pint do you?” he laughed good naturedly.
“Of course not. There’s nothing half-pint about you.”
--*--
They sent their completed program to Paula and once they had the red light, they started practicing between work engagements and daily life.
A week passed, a strange week. It was small happenings at first; things went missing only to be found later in the oddest places, lights flickering, the TV or radio turning on unprompted. Kris was sure they had an electric short and had the wiring checked - everything was fine.
Both men swore they could see people moving just out of their sightline; they heard footsteps when no one was there; sometimes it felt like they were being watched, especially when they were alone. They didn’t tell Mrs. Willowby or mention it around the kids. They confided only in each other.
The kids. Something strange was happening around them too. They would find Joshie playing by himself but not by himself - he always seemed to be looking at something that wasn’t there.
And Hannah had created her first imaginary friend. Kris noticed this when she was having a tea party in her room, laughing and chatting with the air.
“Are you and Madeline having a party?” He got down on one knee, rubbing her back.
“Yes Daddy, Audra’s joining us too.”
“Audra?”
“Yes, she’s…” Hannah paused, looking into space like she was listening to someone, then continued. “She’s my imaginary friend.”
“Oh, that’s…great. Can I see her?”
Hannah put her hands on her hips. “No Daddy, she’s imaginary. Only I can see her.”
“Right, right, sorry…I forgot how it works. What does she look like?”
“She looks like Papa!”
“Well, then, she must be very pretty indeed. Have fun.”
He kissed the top of her head and left, stopping just outside the door.
“I’m sorry Audra; I almost told…yes, I promise, I’ll be more careful”
--*--
Family movie night. It was Hannah’s turn to choose so the big screen was filled with a giant teapot singing about an epic love.
Hannah sat in the leather theatre seat between her fathers, a tub of popcorn nearly as big as she was in her lap. Adam and Kris each had one arm around the back of her seat, their hands resting atop each others. They shoved popcorn into their own mouths.
In the darkness, Kris’ fingers tapped the back of Adam’s hand as the song continued. Adam’s fingers intertwined with his.
The movie plodded on. They had all seen it at least fifteen times but Hannah loved it. Kris felt Adam’s hand release his and then fingers brushed the hair by his ear; he leaned in, it felt nice. The sensations traveled down his neck and a light weight rested on his shoulder. Disney movies always brought out the softy in Adam.
Kris turned to look at his husband and discovered Adam was on the floor, busy picking up the popcorn Hannah had dumped when she fell asleep. Kris could have sworn…
--*--
They put Hannah to bed and headed off to their room.
“You’re quiet. What’s up?”
Adam took Kris’ hand, tugging towards the loveseat by the fireplace. They sat; it was a little small for both of them but it made for instant cuddling. Kris draped a leg over Adam’s.
“Something else weird happen?”
“When isn’t something weird happening lately? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we were haunted.”
Adam startled Kris with his laugh.
“Haunted, yeah, no. Since when do you believe in spooks?”
“I don’t…at least I didn’t.”
A soft knock interrupted them. Mrs. Willowby, in a quilted bathrobe and slippers, came in.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but Mr. Allen, you need to give me…”
He jumped up.
“Right, right, I forgot…you’re leaving early too. Okay, I’m coming.”
He gave Adam a quick kiss and promised to hurry back.
Deciding he needed a shower - he smelled of artificial butter flavoring - Adam stripped down and jumped in the shower. He liked the water hot; it could revive him or relax him, depending on the day he had. Tonight, it relaxed him. He closed his eyes and let the water wash away his concerns.
Time meant nothing in here. Adam heard a click behind him, like the shower door opening. He smiled, turning around. No one was there. He turned back into the water and started washing. His eyes full of shampoo, he felt something brush his side. He felt around blindly - nobody. Quickly, he rinsed his eyes clear and looked around again. He was the only one in the room.
“Kris! Kris! Are you back?”
Silence.
“Kris? No joking, are you there?”
He stepped out of the shower and ran into the bedroom, naked and dripping. Kris hadn’t come back yet. He shuttered as a chill overtook him. Shouldn’t have run out without a robe. He hurried back to the warmth of the bathroom and wrapped a towel around his waist. Adam turned off the water and left.
Steam wafted around the bathroom, moisture fogging the mirror. As it clouded over, a word scrawled in fancy handwriting emerged.
A.d.a.m.
--*--
Audra materialized on Kris’ side of the bed. Kris and his husband were sound asleep, snuggled together on their stomachs. Adam nearly covered Kris with his bare body; his arm resting across Kris’ stomach. She smiled fondly, watching the cute one sleep. She sat on the floor, legs tucked under her, and tentatively reached out.
“Oh for Pete’s sake Audra, if you desire him no badly, don’t be skittish.”
Audra jumped to her feet, her heart racing - if it could still beat.
“Bobby! I thought I…but you can’t…how?”
He was reclining on the bed, inches from Adam.
“You should know by know we’re stuck with each other. ‘Wherever thoust go, I shall go’.”
“No! I want to go home! I don’t want you here!”
“I’m not happy with this arrangement either doll face.” He shifted his gaze from her and looked down at Adam. He waved a hand over the sleeping man’s ass and the sheet flowed away, revealing his bare cheeks. “However, I’m enjoying the change in scenery.”
“Please, Bobby, have some decorum.”
He relented, for now, covering Adam back up.
“You’d think haunting a strip joint for ten years you would be used to naked bodies by now.”
“I am - doesn’t mean I want to see you taking advantage.”
“Admit it Audra, you want to take advantage yourself, don’t you.”
He gestured towards Kris. The sheet started sliding off his hips.
“Bobby, stop it!”
She lifted her own hand and pulled the sheet back up.
“See, I knew you could do it.”
Audra sighed.
“How long have you been here?”
“Since you have.”
“Then why haven’t I detected you?”
“You were too busy with the wee ones.”
Audra’s face filled with fear.
“You stay away from the children Bobby, you hear me?”
“Don’t worry. I have no use for children. I’m more interested in their parents.”
She looked at Adam.
“Bobby, you can’t, it’s not right, not ethical.”
“I’ve never had a problem with ethics, you should know that. I’ll stay out of your way and you stay out of mine.”
With that, he waved his hand and the sheet fell away from Adam again. Bobby’s hand hovered over the perfect ass, tracing its curves and dips. Adam shivered but didn’t awake.
Audra vanished in a huff and Bobby laughed. Yes, it was a pleasant change of scenery indeed.
VISUAL AID - “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered” - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLS2R8Cdh6A&feature=related